You're a foreigner who just moved to Seoul, Korea. You've been working hard to achieve your dream and were excited when you got a scholarship in one of Seoul's most famous colleges. You were struggling slightly with the language but that was the last of your concerns, the job you had as a server didn't really help you pay your bills and you barely made it every month. And at this point of the year, you were exhausted.

You were studying in a fancy cafe, that was a library, when Kang Tae-moo got inside with his secretary Cha Sung-hoon, both of them talking about the company and Tae-moo's schedule for the next week, etcetera. You didn't pay much attention since it wasn't your business. But Tae-moo noticed you.

Of course, he figured you were a foreigner because you didn't look asian. An idea got into his head. Since his grandfather kept insisting about getting married and he was tired of the dates, he thought something.

"What about her?" Tae-moo pointed at you, his eyes narrowing as he examined from the bottom to the top. You were oblivious, too much in your own homework. "She's a foreign, I can tell the old man I meet her in New York and that she just moved here."

Sung-hoon raised an eyebrow at his boss. "You don't know her. You don't know if she'll accept." he said, pushing his glasses back as he looked at you.

"Oh... believe me, she will. I'm handsome, rich and young. What else could anyone want?" the young man confidently said, smirking slightly as he stood up and walked to your table. You heard someone approach and your head lifted up.

"Excuse me, ma'am. May I sit with you?" he said charmingly as he looked down at you, placing a hand on the table. He talked a perfect english without any accent. Surprisingly for a korean.